Hey, [Sorey murmurs quietly, pulling back so he can cup one side of Mikleo's face, peering at him in concern. He brushes his thumb over the swell in his cheek, and okay, maybe kissing isn't the only thing that's changed because he'd never have done something like that before all of this.
Mikleo does this often when he starts getting lost in his own head. Sorey will sit in his dreams and his worries all day if he's left to his own devices, but Mikleo is always so brutal with himself, almost cold in his self-care. It's true, they shouldn't focus on an uncertain future, but there's no reason they can't let it influence the decisions they make in the present, too. Focus on each other, because if there is one certainty, it's that these moments really won't last forever.
Through all the guilt and the desperation, the sadness and agony, Mikleo's death has at least taught him a little gratitude for the present.] ...you know, I think I'm okay with your face being so close after all.
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Mikleo does this often when he starts getting lost in his own head. Sorey will sit in his dreams and his worries all day if he's left to his own devices, but Mikleo is always so brutal with himself, almost cold in his self-care. It's true, they shouldn't focus on an uncertain future, but there's no reason they can't let it influence the decisions they make in the present, too. Focus on each other, because if there is one certainty, it's that these moments really won't last forever.
Through all the guilt and the desperation, the sadness and agony, Mikleo's death has at least taught him a little gratitude for the present.] ...you know, I think I'm okay with your face being so close after all.